Chapter 947 Declaration of War!

Seeing that the situation was settled, Su Zimo waved gently and put away the thirty-six flying swords.

In any case, his flying sword is not an innate magic weapon after all. If it is exposed for too long, there is no guarantee that other changes will not happen.

Even if thirty-six flying swords were gathered together, they wouldn't be that big.

Su Zimo held it in his palm and inadvertently touched it between his eyebrows, and thirty-six flying swords had quietly disappeared into his right eye!

"Even if your Hundred Refining Sect wins this weapon refining battle, it doesn't mean anything!"

The person who spoke was sitting at the front of the Netherfire Palace. He was the only Taoist who returned to the void in this trip to the Netherfire Palace. His Taoist name was ‘Lianfeng’.

Everyone knows that when Minghuo Palace said these words, it meant that he had admitted defeat.

Taoist Lianfeng had a dark face and said slowly: "In the battle of weapon refining masters, no one in your Bailian Sect can defeat our palace master!"

"That's not necessarily the case."

Su Zimo said calmly: "If you, Ninghuo Palace, are not convinced, the Bailian Sect will come to you after the tea party, and I am afraid that you, Ninghuo Palace, will not dare to challenge!"

Everyone in Bailian Sect felt a little guilty.

They knew very well that no one in the sect could surpass the master of the Netherfire Palace in terms of weapon refining!

And Su Zimo dared to say such words, naturally because of Jihuo Dao Lord!

After the tea party, Jihuo Daojun will reshape his body and return powerfully.

With his achievements in the art of weapon refining, he will never lose to the master of the Netherfire Palace!

"Okay, let's see!"

Taoist Lianfeng sneered.

Su Zimo returned the weapon refining tripod to Nangong Ling, then turned around and looked at Taoist Lanyue not far away, and said: "Senior, the outcome of this weapon refining battle should be very clear. Please Senior gives me tea!"

Taojun Lanyue felt a hundred unwillingness in his heart.

But at this time, in full view of the public, it was naturally impossible for her to break the rules set by the Qianhe Clan.

Taking a deep breath, Taojun Lanyue calmed down and then said slowly: "Give me tea!"

Soon, a steaming cup of the best Tongxuan tea was handed to Su Zimo.

The Dharma Realm elder of Qianhe Sect had a kind attitude towards Su Zimo. He nodded and said with a smile: "This tea is suitable for drinking while it is hot. Drink it in one sip and use your soul to understand the mystery."

"Thank you, senior."

Su Zimo took the top-quality Tongxuan tea, but did not drink it. Instead, he held the tea cup and returned to the Bailian Sect's formation.

"Drink."

Suffocated by countless gazes, Su Zimo actually handed the top-quality Tongxuan tea to Liu Hanyan!

The group of cultivators is moved!

You know, the real focus of Qianhe Tea Party is this Tongxuan Tea.

The geniuses of Zhongzhou Nascent Soul Realm gather here for no other reason than to drink a cup of Tongxuan tea.

Even ordinary Tongxuan tea is a great opportunity and a supreme honor.

Not to mention, there are only five cups of the best Tongxuan tea!

The tea party has been going on so far. To be precise, including the cup in Su Zimo's hand, there are only two cups left!

And now, he actually gave away this cup of top-grade Tongxuan tea!

"Isn't this Mo Ling's move too bold?"

"Just now, as soon as I took action, I gave away a Xiantian Lord magic weapon, and now I even gave away the best Tongxuan tea."

"No, I already like him."

A female cultivator from Qianhe Clan showed an expression of obsession and whispered.

Another female cultivator also murmured: "This is really unbearable. Hand me this cup of top-quality Tongxuan tea. If it were me, I would have fainted from happiness..."

Everyone in Bailian Sect also stared with astonishment on their faces.

Many people's eyes were on Su Zimo and Liu Hanyan, looking back and forth with strange expressions.

Is it possible that this great beauty from Bailian Sect is already married?

In Ruxuan's heart, there was some envy, but also some discomfort.

Nangong Ling's expression also dimmed.

As time went by, he found that the gap between himself and this young master uncle was getting farther and farther, even out of reach!

I am afraid that only Liu Hanyan knows that Su Zimo has no personal affection for her.

"Don't think too much about it."

Su Zimo said softly: "The smoke-containing spirit gathering failed. Her soul was injured and it is difficult to recover. This cup of top-quality Tongxuan tea can heal her soul."

Ruxuan and Nangong Ling's hearts moved.

They could hear that Su Zimo was telling them this sentence.

Nangong Ling felt relieved, smiled silly, turned to look at Liu Hanyan, and said, "Yes, drink this cup of tea, and Hanyan's injuries to your soul will most likely be healed immediately!"

"But this cup of tea was won by you, my uncle."

Liu Hanyan's eyes turned red and he choked with sobs: "Thanks to you, the sect has been able to maintain its reputation. I don't deserve to drink this tea."

"You think too much. In the sect, you are the only one qualified to drink this cup of tea."

Su Zimo smiled slightly, placed the best Tongxuan tea in Liu Hanyan's palm, and said without any doubt: "Drink it, don't feel any pressure."

His words were really not meant to comfort Liu Hanyan.

He was able to win the weapon refining battle simply because he was opportunistic and not at all relying on his true level of weapon refining.

Among the Bailian Sect, only Liu Hanyan is qualified to drink this tea!

"Drink, my uncle and uncle said so."

Nangong Ling also persuaded with a smile.

Liu Hanyan still shook his head.

"I only have this cup of the best Tongxuan tea. If you give it to me, my uncle will be gone."

Liu Hanyan said: "My uncle is also in the Yuanying realm, and this cup of top-quality Tongxuan tea is also extremely important to him."

"Who said the best Tongxuan tea only has one cup?"

Su Zimo smiled slightly, pointed to the only remaining green tea leaf on the top of the Tongxuan tea tree, and said, "There is another cup."

"ah?"

Nangong Ling and the others were startled, and then their expressions changed drastically!

As we all know, the only cup left is reserved for the final winner of the battle between geniuses, the number one true king in Zhongzhou!

What does my uncle mean by this...

Nangong Ling quickly sent a message: "Uncle Junior Master, don't be impulsive. Our trip to Bailian Sect has been successful and there is no need to cause any more trouble."

"The matter with Bailian Sect is over...but my matter has just begun."

Su Zimo patted Nangong Ling's shoulder and said softly: "Neither you nor the Bailian Sect will get involved in what happens next."

Before Nangong Ling and the others could react, Su Zimo turned around and said word by word: "I want this last cup of top-quality Tongxuan tea!"

The crowd was in an uproar!

Declare war!

This sentence is already a naked declaration of war!

"How brave!"

Ye Tiancheng sat on the throne, unmoving, and said something coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes!

Wow!

The nine fierce dragons were about to charge, with demonic aura billowing, and the huge chains on their bodies made a permeating sound.

The remaining eight maids beside him stared at Su Zimo with indifferent expressions.

"Is it finally coming?"

Zhenjun Pang Lan of Tiangang Sect said with a smile, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

A cry of panic!

Jian Wuxing couldn't bear it for a long time. He immediately drew out his sword and looked at Su Zimo fiercely with a cold light. He was ready to rush forward at any time to avenge his previous shame!

This time, he held the sword first!

He didn't listen at all to Hang Qiuyu's instructions!

You know, he is third on the list of visions!

Although Hang Qiuyu is his senior brother, a hundred years ago, Hang Qiuyu was only ranked eighth on the vision list, and he also lost to another unknown sword cultivator!

In Jian Wuzong's heart, Hang Qiuyu is not as good as him!

Clang, clang, clang!

The sounds of sharp blades being drawn out of their sheaths were heard one after another.

Many geniuses stood up, already full of fighting spirit!

The battle between geniuses is about to begin!